Sanders Sides x Hunger Games

Chapter 1 - The Reaping

Virgil's POV

I woke up feeling worse than usual. Today was reaping day. ugh. I stretched and yawned. Unlike my district mates in District 1, I hate the Reaping. The Hunger Games. All of it. Mom says that this is a District 12 attitude. I don't care. The others say that I belonged there. I agree. District one is in charge of luxury. I do not belong here at all. The one person who made me feel like this, unfortunately, goes to my school. More about him later. If you haven't already noticed, I'm bullied quite a bit.

I grabbed my hoodie, which was black with purple patches. There was a storm cloud on it because it was what my dad called me before he died. I went to the kitchen to find my mom making waffles. I love waffles. It's the one thing that doesn't make me feel like a complete outcast.

"So! Today's the reaping!" She said, trying to start up a conversation. "uh-huh." I said quietly. My mom, Sparkle Miller, is nice. She has long raven black hair that she ties into a bun neatly. She's the one who taught me how to sew things. That's how I got my hoodie. She works in mending clothes, a lesser job here, but an important one. 

ew, what am I saying? I sound like Roman Evans.

"Look. I'd appreciate it if you would talk to me, Virgil." She says. I look up at her. Purple eyes. exactly where I got mine. Speaking of which, I need to do my eyeshadow. The others say that I look like a raccoon. Like I care. 

I sigh, roll my eyes, and say "Good morning, mom." She smiles.

"Good morning. Finish your waffles before they get cold." Her phone rings. She picks it up and puts on her serious face. She starts talking with terms I don't know and I don't want to know. It's like she's an Alien when she talks business. I finish my waffles and go upstairs to my room to do my eyeshadow.

(Time Skip brought to you by Virgil being a dark strange son)

I walked over to where we were told to stand. I spotted Roman Evans in the front, talking with his friends. Probably about me. I try and ignore them. Different people walk up to the stage and start making different speeches. I don't listen to them. I look around. so many people. It's making me self conscious. I flip up my hood. I scan the crowd for my mother. She is paying close attention to the speeches. I turn around and look down. 

"And now, for the Tributes!" I keep my head down. There is little chance they'd call my na-

"VIRGIL MILLERS!"

-HI! This is the first chapter of my first book! I'm so excited! I really hope that this makes sense!-